Lost Wanderer Awakened - Book One of the Airendell Chronicles (22 page)

“I know,” she giggles after she slowly
removes his fingers from her mouth. He groans loudly and cups her
face with his right hand as she unbuttons the sleeve at his wrist.
She nips his wrist with her teeth, and smiles wantonly. Then she
reaches up to start peeling the shirt from his body.

He smiles happily and says, “We aren’t
leaving the house tonight, are we?”

She giggles and says, “No, probably not.” He
steadies himself against the shower doorframe as she catches the
waistband of the jeans and starts to tug downward. He raises his
left foot as she slips the material off, and they repeat the
process for the right foot. She’s looking up at him as she wads up
the jeans and tosses them hard over her left shoulder. They both
laugh when they hear the jeans hit something on the vanity and
knock it over.

She’s on her knees before him when she starts
moving her hands up the length of his legs and looking up into his
eyes. When she reaches his manhood, she takes it into her hands,
plants kisses along its length. He moans loudly when she starts to
take it into her mouth, but he stops her. “Baby, I am not sure I am
ready for that,” he whispers. She groans, but doesn’t resist when
he reaches for her.

He picks her up and holds her to his body as
he steps into the shower. The hot water feels glorious on her skin,
she turns her face up toward his. He leans in and kisses her long
and hard. He rest his forehead against hers, wishing reverently he
could really kiss her. She pulls away and finds the body wash and
squirts a glob on his chest, and then grins wickedly as she
drizzles it across her breasts. He laughs out loud and takes her
cue and starts “washing” her breasts and shoulders.

She puts the bottle back on the shelf and
reaches out to work up a lather on his chest, she trails it down
his abdomen where she seizes his cock with her soapy hands, and
slowly slides up and down the hard length a few times. He groans
loudly and quickly spins her around and pulls her body next to his
and as he continues to caress her breasts and belly. She puts her
hand over his and drags it down to the sparse patch of strawberry
blond curls between her legs.

“You are greedy tonight my love, he whispers
into ear. He puts his right hand in front of a nearby massage jet
to rinse the soap off before complying with her wish, and
skillfully stroking her hard clit and then sliding two fingers deep
inside of her. “Baby, you are so hot and so wet. Ready for me as
always.” He captures both her hands with his left hand and pins
them against the shower stall above her head as he enters her from
behind, thrusting deeply in one smooth motion.

She nearly faints with pleasure. He gently
teases her clitoris with his fingers as he slowly works in and out
from behind. He starts nipping at her ear with his hard lips, and
trails kisses and nips down her neck. His pace picks up as the heat
rises in his belly. He pushes harder and deeper from behind. She
groans loudly with each stroke. She tenses and pushes hard against
him as she reaches a climax. He can feel her muscles tense around
his shaft, but he keeps pounding forward.

When she falls limp against the shower stall,
he pulls out and turns her around, and props her against the stall.
He parts her legs with his knee, grabs her butt with both hands
from behind and lifts her up so he can enter her again, this time
from the front. She reaches up and clutches at his shoulders with
her hands, as she firmly plants her feet against the opposite wall
of the shower stall to hold her in place. Luca chuckles and
murmurs, “I love those long, strong legs of yours, baby.” He leans
down and starts kissing her savagely as his tempo increases and he
pounds into her harder and harder.

She tears her mouth away from his and shouts,
“Yes, Luca, Yes!” as she climaxes yet again. He finally releases
the hold on himself and joins her in climax, throwing his head
back, roaring his pleasure. “Damn Morna!” Then he leans in against
her. Kissing her again. They are both breathing raggedly. He pulls
her closer to him, encircling her waist with his arms. She wraps
her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist and he
holds her there until he realizes they have been standing there so
long that the water spraying on them is starting to cool.

He finally reaches behind him and turns the
water off. He opens the shower door and grabs the bath sheet from
the rack. He drapes it over her and carries her to the bed. He
pulls the covers down and tries to lie her in the bed, but she
won’t loosen her grip on him, so he lies down with her. He eases
the wet bath sheet from around her body. She’s asleep in seconds.
He whispers, “I love you Morna” in her ear. She replies, her voice
thick with sleep, “Love you too.”

He stays with her until he is sure she is
sound asleep then he eases her arms and legs from around his body
and slips out of bed. He dresses in the dark and writes a note for
her on the pad atop the bedside table. He goes to the kitchen to
get her a bottle of water to leave for her by the note. Then he
slips silently out into the night, knowing he will enjoy this
night’s hunt as he has enjoyed no other.

Morna awakens at 5:30 am. She’s not too
surprised, but a little disappointed that Luca isn’t still in bed
with her. It must really stink to lie in bed all night with someone
when you can’t ever sleep a wink. She stretches, and looks around
the bedroom and chuckles at herself when she remembers her reaction
to the photos on the walls. “I was so confused because they looked
familiar to me. Which, of course, they are familiar, I took them
for him in 1936.” She smiles at the memories of her lives as Audrey
and Rosa that the photos evoke.

She stands and goes over the wood carving of
the oak tree… their oak tree. She strains to remember more about,
she knows it’s important to them, but she can’t quite recall.
“Grrrrrrrr. How long till I get my memories back? Will I get them
back? What if my brain injury that has been plaguing me since the
crash doesn’t allow me to remember everything?” She’s very anxious
at the thought of never remembering everything. But she chastises
herself for dwelling on worries that might not come about. And then
she decides she had better get a move on.

She sees the note and water on bedside table.
She opens the water first and takes couple of big swigs. Then she
picks up the note and reads it. She’s not surprised that he felt
the need to go hunting after last night’s activities. She frowns
slightly when she remembers what he had said about almost nipping
her. She might welcome the bite, but chuckles to herself, probably
not so much if the bite were there. Morna shudders violently as she
remembers the agony he endured when he was bitten by the ancient
vampire all those lifetimes ago.

She shakes her head and gets up to go to the
human necessary. Her left hip is really aching this morning, and as
bad as she hates to admit it, she is sore somewhere else too. Their
wild loving in the shower last night was amazing but her body isn’t
entirely up to it yet. She chuckles as she runs her hands down her
belly and over her hips. “I better soak in a hot bath and loosen up
before he gets back. He will probably refuse to touch me again if
he thinks the soreness is a result of recent, uh, activities,” she
thinks to herself. She strides into the kitchen naked to start some
coffee. After she starts the pot and heads back to the bathroom,
she is amazed at how comfortable she feels walking around without
any clothes on.

But she shouldn’t be surprised. When a man as
perfect and beautiful as Luca practically worships at the altar of
your body, it’s pretty foolish to feel self-conscious about walking
around naked. “Wow, what a difference a few days makes,” she shrugs
to herself happily.

She adds lavender oil and eucalyptus scented
Epsom salts to her bath and eases herself into the hot water. She
adjusts the water to make it even hotter, then slowly she lies back
and watches the hot water rise in the massive claw foot tub to
cover her body. She closes her eyes and relives the all the recent
loving they have shared. The water has reached her chin and she’s
trying to gather up the inclination to sit up and shut the water
off, when she hears it turn off, and feels an ice cold set of lips
on her cheek. “Good morning, darling,” she whispers without even
opening her eyes.

“You are wearing quite a satisfied look on
your face my dear.” He chuckles pleasantly. “Do you want to sit up
and drink your coffee?” he asks.

“Yes, thank you,” she says as she opens her
eyes and slowly sits up to reach for the coffee.

“Are you in pain?” he asks, as he hands the
cup to her.

“No,” she says with finality. Taking a little
sip of the hot coffee. “A little stiffness in the morning is normal
for someone recovering from my injuries. Do Not trouble yourself
over any of this. Seth says I am making a remarkable recovery and I
think last night is just a testimony to how far I have come.”

“Uh-huh,” he says doubtfully. “A little
stiffness. Baby, you were a wildcat in the shower. I bet you are
much more than stiff. Is that why your bath water is scalding
hot?”

“Wildcat, huh?” She can’t help it, she grins
at that description. “Luca, you worry too much. Please, do not ruin
my perfect morning for me. Please,” she beseeches.

“Fine Morna. I’ll take you at your word.” He
starts to strip out of his flannel shirt when he notices the gleam
come into her eyes. “No way! No funny business. I am just going to
massage that hip and leg for you.” She chuckles wickedly, and
blushes scarlet as she remembers another recent massage in this
very tub. Luca can’t help it, he smiles with her as he plunges his
hands into the hot water to begin massaging her aching body.

Morna sips her coffee while she stares into
his eyes as his hands work the last remaining soreness out of her
low back, buttocks, hip and leg. The whole process is over much too
soon to suit Morna. She can’t help but feel disappointed when he
sits back and starts drying himself off with a hand towel. Her
disappointment shows clearly on her face.

He tosses the hand towel over his shoulder.
Takes her coffee cup and sets it on the back side of the tub. “Oh
what the hell, why not? I want to just as much as you do. Who am I
kidding?” he growls and lifts her out of the water in one fluid
motion. He stretches her out on the carpeted floor by the tub and
proceeds to make love with her, very slowly, very tenderly. He
revels in the heat from the bath coming off of her wet body. She
shudders in delight at the chill from his hard, perfect body. It
doesn’t take long until they are both clutching each other tightly
and breathing raggedly, as they climax together. They lie there for
a few minutes, just taking pleasure in holding onto to the other.
She starts to shiver from being in contact with his cold body while
she is still a little damp. He pulls back and kisses her. Then
rises and helps her up off the floor. “Sorry love. I should have
dried you off first.”

“Luca don’t apologize. It was glorious.” She
assures him happily. He kisses her quickly as he helps her into her
robe. He picks up her coffee cup from beside the tub, “I’ll get you
some more coffee,” he says as he sails out of the bathroom. She
watches his naked form go. Hugs herself and smiles. “What a man!”
she murmurs softly. She hears him chortle in the kitchen, “What a
woman!” he calls out. They both laugh.

Morna walks into the bedroom, the bed is
already made. She shakes her head in bemused wonder, then looks
around for her planner. “Looking for this?” he asks from the door.
He has her coffee cup in one hand, and the planner in the
other.

She smiles at him, and reaches for both,
“Yes, thank you.” They share a brief kiss.

“Seth at 9:00, take Amanda to the dentist at
11:30, and you agreed to meet the delivery truck at The Shack at
3:00,” he says before he kisses her gently, and heads toward the
bathroom. “Let me take a quick shower,” he calls over his shoulder.
“Oh, and I am driving you today, by the way.” She sets the planner
on the bedside table, who needs a planner when their true love has
a photographic memory.

“Sounds good to me,” she answers. She takes
another sip of coffee and sets her cup down next to the planner.
Walks over to the wardrobe to find some clothes. She finds a lovely
tan linen A-line skirt and an emerald green, lightweight cotton,
short-sleeved cashmere sweater set that might not be too hot for
her to wear in the winter time.

“What’s the weather doing today?” she calls
out, knowing he can easily hear her over the shower.

“It has turned quite a bit colder than
yesterday, I guess it’s a good thing we didn’t go for that run last
night. It’s well below 35 this morning,” he says in answer to her
question.

She smiles to herself that means the sweater
set should be fine. She lays the skirt and sweater set out on the
bed. Then goes back to the wardrobe to find some shoes. She is
delighted to find a lovely pair of rich brown leather boots with a
wide three inch heel. They will match her “monster purse”
perfectly. Monster purse is what she calls her favorite brown
leather bag that is large enough to accommodate her laptop, planner
and other “necessities” she carries around with her everywhere that
she goes.

She locates a pair of trouser socks in the
bottom drawer of the wardrobe. She tosses the boots and socks onto
the bed, then she remembers she needs underwear. She blushes as she
looks at the rack holding a dozen or more matching bra and panty
sets. She selects a black satin set, and tosses them on top of the
clothes on the bed. She goes back to the bedside table and finishes
off her coffee, and marvels that she hasn’t wanted a cigarette in
days to go with her coffee.

She heads into the bathroom to brush her
teeth and tackle her hair. She isn’t surprised when she finds the
flat iron is on the vanity, and ready to be used. Next to it are
the anti-frizz cream, comb & brush, hairspray she prefers and a
small cosmetic bag that she doesn’t recognize. No doubt, it
contains all her make up basics that she uses when she puts on her
“professional face.”